"All her affairs of state accomplished?" he asked laughingly.
"Yes—the day's work is done."
"Was it a hard day for you, sweetheart?"
"Yes—hard."
"I am so sorry," he murmured.
She rearranged her veil in silence.
Again, as the big car rolled away northward, and they were alone once more in the comfortable limousine, he took possession of her unresisting hand, whispering:
"I am so sorry you have had a hard day, dear. You really look very pale and tired."
"It was a—tiresome day."